Bramblepoint cranky curmudgeon

Cypress accepted Rannoch's plan, and to this, the argent furred man's smile grew at this, pleased that his plan already had support. Now, it was a matter of getting the others on board to the scheme. Though he couldn't foresee that anybody would disagree, there was still a cloud of doubt in the back of his mind that this would happen. "Yeah, no thorns," he agreed in a wave of humor, his voice teasing as he looked to the sulphuric gleam in his brother's eyes, his sparkling as he decided that their territory would be void of such imperfections. 

The subject matter shifted, and as it did, Cypress' insecurities spilled from his lips. In reaction to the words, Rannoch's ears flattened to the top of his crown, and he dipped his muzzle under's Cypress', all while beginning his reply with a hushed, "Cy." He bumped his muzzle to his brother's hoping that Cypress would look up as a reaction of his affections. "You know you can never be replaced, right?" These words were spoken as Rannoch withdrew his muzzle and pulled his head back so that he could watch Cypress' face. "You're my brother and nothing will ever change that." A smile lined the words, and he fell silent, waiting for Cypress' reaction.